finally got to take acid and hit the Strip last night.
a couple of Drew's friends are in town and we set it up beforehand that i'd help them find whatever goodies they wanted. so, i went to meet them last night at the Luxor (no offense, Drew, but they have a room at top of the pyramid... pretty baller looking straight down to the casino floor from a couple hundred feet up- kinda beats the view you had) and they were chill guys, the party was on. two brothers and a buddy of theirs celebrating one of the brothers' 21st... good place to do it. we had a round of Padron when i got to their room and the birfday boy hit the head before we went down to wait out the last 15 minutes or so until he was 21 at the bar. as soon as the bathroom door closed, his older brother told me they had dosed his shot (i should clarify- these guys do LSD a lot... they were doing him secret a favor) and gave me the tiniest sliver of blotter anyone's ever given me and told me "that'll be more than enough." dropped it on my tongue, let it sit for a hot minute, then swallowed and didn't think twice- i've been trying to make a night like that happen the entire time i've been out here. we made it down to the bar, got a few drinks, then went to pick up some snow and grass on the south end of town... the shit kicked in on the drive back. let's just say the LSD/yayo/weed/alcohol combo is somethin else. i love acid and have no idea how many times i've tripped... a lot... but i've never in my life been so worked over by such a tiny dose. purest shit i've ever taken... i dosed at 11:45 and called Drew to tell him i was walking on the moon a little over an hour later. off a piece of blotter not much larger than a pinky nail clipping. stoke! so, we ended up going all over the place south of the Mirage... Luxor, MGM, Planet Hollywood, Flamingo, O'Shea's, Harrah's, Caesar's (where one of them found a $100 bill in a bathroom stall, which we immediately got rid of at the bar... he kept referring to it as his "holy shit" and also went on to tell us about all the prositutes he's fucked in Thailand, all while sitting next to a newly-wed couple... fuckin hilarious), and Bill's before the sun started showing up.
we went back to their room after the sun started ruining our fun (i hate sunrise here... it's life's way of telling you to go the fuck home and i always feel like there was something left undone) and the two brothers took the last two hits and their buddy and i split licking the bag (sounds lame, but they had used the bag to hold a couple hundred hits for a few months... it was a little unnerving to actually be able to taste the shit). i haven't slept yet, still have a very comfortable body high, and my mind is floating.
Drew, you sent some good people my way. much appreciated. not sure that i'll see them tonight, but definitely hanging out with them tomorrow, so i'm stoked about that.
also stoked that Fred's leaving Las Vegas on the 15th. he ganked my last bowl, which was sitting broken-up on a magazine on my coffee table in our living room, i flipped shit. the kid's worth less than a cold, dried pile of dog shit and i made sure there's no confusion about how i feel. fuck Fred, fuck him in his deadbeat, white trash, uninspired, redneck, cock-loving fuckhole of a face. he needs to tuck his tail between his legs and crawl his pathetic ass back to fucking Michigan so he can do what people like him do- grow old struggling day-to-day at some dead-end job just to die in debt and without anyone who gives a shit. for the record, it isn't just this one simple bowl pack that has me pissed... honestly, i'm still so high from the LSD that i couldn't care less about not smoking today... my family, specifically my dad and i, gave him the opportunity of a lifetime and he pissed it away, then threw shit at us simply because he's jealous my parents are supporting me out here while he's on his own- life isn't fair, don't blame it on other people and don't fucking bite the hand that feeds you. needless to say, i'm stoked as fuck that fuckface Fred is finally going to be out of my life.
